Cooling off in the Newman Wine Vaults

When we asked Katherine how she wanted to celebrate Canada Day this year (for Canada Day is very important to Katherines, you see), she gave us a list that was a mish-mash of the best of the best from Canada Days past, with a weather based modification; she wanted to go swimming. So on Canada…

Mists of the Avalon

The fog has been doing fun things for the past several days. It is there one minute and gone an hour later, flitting in and out like a politician’s opinion and never staying in the same place for long. I snapped this shot a few days ago at Middle Cove beach, when the capelin were…

A return to Grates Cove

“It’s a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings This has been a long time in coming. Almost six years, in fact. In July of…

“I can do that. I just need a wetsuit.”

Monday evening, as we stood on the beach at Beachy Cove, staring across the channel to Bell Island, I told Katherine about my friend Steph Porter and how she and her friends swam across from Bell Island to the mainland. Three miles is the distance. Almost five kilometers. It’s a long swim in open water*….

“Did we just reach a Low Point?”

After messing around in Salmon Cove, finding a hermit crab and generally fooling around with water (always fun, no matter the temperature), we meandered north along Route 70 for a ways, stopping here and there to see things that looked interesting. We dipped down into Spout Cove, which is one of those places that I’ve…